May 11th, 2017: This was the worst and hardest day of my entire life. I woke up on the morning of May 11th at 4:30am to my dad saying “Emily, get up, we have to go to the vet. Maggie’s dying.” Maggie was my dog, one of my best friends, and I loved her more than words can describe. I was in complete shock upon waking up to these words because I thought Maggie’s cancer was gone. I thought that we had won. I remembered that the night before she was a little bit tired, but that was normal because of the medicine she was on to keep her healthy. I heard my dad wake up my twenty-three year old brother and tell him the same thing. Within ten minutes, we were all in the car driving to the vet. I had so many questions, I did not know where to begin. We got to the vet and met my mom, who was already there in the waiting room. She told us that around 12 A.M. Maggie had eaten a loaf of raisin bread and had become very sick shortly after. Maggie was basically a doggie garbage disposal, so we were confused as to why raisin bread would affect her so badly. The vet told us that Maggie’s condition was rapidly declining, she was in a lot of pain, and she did not think there was much she could do to save her. After much thinking and talking, my family and I decided that it would be best to put Maggie down. We got to go visit Maggie and tell her goodbye for a few minutes, and I do not think I have ever cried as much as I did then in that moment. My mom, dad, and brother did not want to be with Maggie when they put her down because it would be too hard, but I stayed with her until the end. I was there when the Vet got out a shot to numb Maggie so she would not feel any pain. I was there when she got out another shot, filled with a pink liquid, and my stomach dropped because I knew what that liquid did; I knew it would take my best friend away from me. I was there with Maggie when she took her first breath, and I was right by her side when she took her last. After the procedure was over and Maggie was gone, I stayed with her for a few more minutes. I finished saying goodbye, then walked towards the door, and as I was about to leave, I looked over my shoulder and saw a tech cover Maggie with a white sheet. That was the last time I ever saw her, and I remember that image of Maggie lying on the table, lifeless, so vividly. I went to the front of the office to meet my family, and we sat there and cried for a very long time. We went home after a while, my mom called my school to tell them that I would not be there, l, and my mom, dad, and brother all took off of work. We spent the day at home telling stories about Maggie and cuddling our other dog, Belle, who kept looking around for her friend. I do not think that I will love another dog as much as I loved Maggie because she was the sweetest, most intelligent dog that I had ever met. I will never forget her.